Burly and hairy, like most of its kin, B. Dominator seems to have a keen sense of rhythm, and we espied it merrily pounding simple beats on whatever surfaces that made interesting sounds. I sent one of my assistants to have a closer look, but a change in the tempo caught him off-guard and the beast pummeled him, very rhythmically I might add, to breakfast-sized bits. Ah, well, at least we know it's a carnivore.